Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
The world was on fire and no one could save me but you.

Burning, drowning in never ending flames
All you had to do was reach for my hand
You walked away, with no blame
Why you did, I'll never understand

It's strange what desire will make foolish people do.

You played foolish games, so many lies
Cheating and drugs, always hiding the truth
You simply say desire got the best of you
When I finally had all the ugly proof

And I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you.

In the beginning, you were the one
We were young, stupidly in lust
I think back to the good years, before we were done
Trying to remember happy times, when I must

And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you.

You, before I knew the truth, were perfect in every way
But after finding those 40+ women, it made me realize
It didn't matter what you did or what you had to say
It was over, done, no more will I listen to your ridiculous lies


No, I don't want to fall in love,

With you

Nobody Loves No One
This song, "Wicked Games" by Stone Sour,  really has made an impression on me. About my ex husband...  Thank you to Frank Ruland for the idea...  
The chorus goes..
"What a wicked game to play, to make me feel this way.
What a wicked thing to do, to let me dream of you.
What a wicked thing to say, you never felt that way.
What a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you"
Desolated in the rhymes of my mind
Isolated by the thoughts left behind
Many wayward dreams fill my head like a book
Rip them out at the seams, not worth another look
It's time to forget the past
Finally move forward, at last

Consecrated in the folds of my dreams
Decimated by the tears and the screams
So much disappointment lodging in my brain
Am I human, and if so, am I insane?
It's time indeed, it's overdue
Gotta live for me and forget about you

Impacted by memories buried deep
Infatuated with thoughts, losing sleep
The time has come, to look ahead once more
Staying sober of you, not like before
I'm through with the history
Ready for a grander destiny

Deep damage from all your savior faire
Detente, forced by the au contraire
Perhaps this vessel sprang a leak
Clean up your mess, I ain't your freak
Dot your vowels and cross your "T"s
The time has come for your release

Imaginary thoughts of you, now gone in the wind
Revolutionary ideas, now ready to begin
Picking up your missing pieces, shattered around
Never lying to myself again, you brought me down
I fell, it's just the ugly truth
Never again will I fall for someone like you

Time has come and gone for us
No more unum, just e pleribus
Many moments and many tears
Seems like a waste of some good years
Time to part and heave a sigh
Time to say that last goodbye
Well...  That's like three collabs now with the genius known as Quin :)
You may not have been birthed in the soil,
and granted,
you will not blossom
when spring melts winters wake
but inside of you
grows a thousand gardens
full of exploding stars.
You are of the earth
and your ashes
have been constructed with stardust,
and set free with the wind.
So you may not have a pretty face,
and your body may hold stories
of too many moonless nights alone.
But if you reach inside,
you will find a forest
for a ribcage
and a restless ocean heart.
So don't ever let anyone tell you
you are nothing.
You are a galaxy
holding a million different planets,
and my dear,
that is not nothing.
 Oct 2014 Aaron Mullin
TB
i like my peanut butter crunchy.
and my jelly so i can taste the seeds.

                                                         ­                             i like your hand in mine,
                                                           ­                            and kisses on my cheeks.

i'm not scared of the dark,
but love gives me cause for concern.

                                                               ­           i'm not scared of you, my dear,
                                                           ­               but i'm scared you won't return.

i like my peanut butter crunchy,
because that's how you always made it.

                                                               ­      and the seeds caught in your teeth,
                                                          ­                     that made your smile perfect.
this is dumb. but that's okay.
 Oct 2014 Aaron Mullin
TB
it's kind of one of those nights.
you know.
the one that makes you want to crash your car on the highway.

it's one of those nights.
where your phone is full of people.
but nobody is home.

and the only people you really want to talk to,
are the ones who decided you're no longer worth their time.
so out with a bang you go, my dear.
Next page